The Poetry of Alfhild Berg Salls
I've never been to the cold north sea
Where the ice floes drift on the water;Yet, here in the sky is a scene that must be
A facsimilie of that other.The clouds, like snow, coat the landscape below
And away on the distant blue seaJagged white floes are hovering about,
Silent...and icy...and freeAlfhild J. SallsFrom the Plane
